90 Days of Spring

Changyuan is built on the hillside and beside the water. There is a clear stream behind the yard, and the spring water flows down along the way, ding-dong. Miaomiao walked forward along the waterway, underneath her feet was the unmelted white snow, stepping on it to make small footprints. She was so rare that she quickly ran from this tree to that tree, looking back at a string of different shades of footprints on the ground, leaving behind a laugh that was as crisp as a silver bell.

Having fun alone, Miaomiao squatted by the stream, staring at the figure reflected on the water. Although she watched for many days, she was still unfamiliar with this face. She squeezed a swipe of water and patted her cheek. The cold stream was so cold that it was so cold that it also aroused her desire to swim in the water.

I think she was soaking in the water all the time, and now even touching the water has become a luxury... She sighed deeply and looked around. It is not hidden here, and people often walk around. If she took a bath here naked, she would definitely be scary...

After hesitating for a long time, she could only give up. Miao Miao wringed the silk kerchief and washed her face, wiped the neck of her arm, and then moved on unwillingly. The depths of the forest became more and more silent, and occasionally one or two hares leaped over, looked at her curiously, and ran away in the blink of an eye. They were all animals anyway. Miaomiao tried to talk to them, but the other party ignored her at all. Once she got close, she turned her head and ran away.

She suddenly gave birth to a mischievous mentality, deliberately frightening small animals. She used to be frightened to run away in the water. Now she has reversed her position and she has a sense of superiority. Before she knew it, she went far, and she couldn't see the scene of Changyuan. It was still early, and she hadn't had enough time to go back.

Little did she know that she had reached the depths of the mountains and forests when she crossed a winding stream. Cen Yun told her that the slopes here are steep and there are often beasts and dangers. It's a pity that Miao Miao has been forgotten, she didn't care at all. The farther you go, the more gloomy you are, the trees are towering, and the dense green shades the sun, and there seems to be the sound of horses' hoofs on the ground in the distance.

She stopped, and the sound of hooves was getting closer, and there was more than one.

Do not let the four kings know that she sneaked out!

This was the only thought in Miaomiao's mind. She looked around and saw a small hill in the distance, surrounded by dense forests, capable of hiding people. She pulled her skirt up and ran up, trying not to be spotted by the people behind. In a panic, she was tripped by a rock and staggered two steps to the ground.

The palm of her hand rubbed the bleeding marks on the ground, and she took a breath of pain, ignoring other things, got up and continued to run forward. About to stand firm, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a beast on the right back, and she stared with a stare-it was a gray wolf with a strong head and body, about to be forced to a desperate situation, looking at her with a fierce look in her eyes, and her eyes were cracking. It stared at the small figure in front, and the sound of horseshoes from the rear gradually approached, and it uttered a violent cry from the sky, ready to move.

Miao Miao didn't dare to move, trying to discuss with it: "Can you understand me... I just passed by here, and I am not malicious to you..."

The gray wolf was indifferent, even more sensitive when she spoke, approaching two steps forward, tending to bite her at any time.

Miaomiao backed away, and bleeding beads from her bruised palms dripped onto the snow, revealing a red trace. The wolf clan is always sensitive to breath, this is good, she doesn't need any action, the gray wolf has already roared and rushed forward. Miaomiao couldn't retreat, and was slammed to the ground by it!

Fishy saliva dripped on her cheeks, Miaomiao's face was as gray as death, her hands and feet stiffly looked at the hideous animal face above, "Don't eat me..."

The gray wolf couldn't understand her, so she opened her mouth and bit down. Miao Miao closed her eyes tightly and looked back at her life... If she hadn't insisted on becoming a human being, she wouldn't have suffered as she is today. But then she would not see Yang Fu and could not talk to him...Although Miaomiao was about to die, Miaomiao never regretted it. The only regret was that Yang Fu hadn't liked her...

After thinking about it a lot, the gray wolf above his head was motionless, a strong **** smell came, but it was not hers-the gray wolf fell straight to the side, the back of the neck was penetrated by a bamboo arrow. Frightened, Miaomiao stood up and looked at the people in a daze. In the distance, several horses came side by side. The Four Kings and Seven Kings were in front, and behind him were several attendants. Yang Fu retracted his longbow, and when he drove up to her, he leaned over and held her arm, and easily raised the horse without saying a word, and moved on.

They walked farther and farther, not knowing where they were. Miaomiao knew that he had caused a catastrophe, silently buried his head and did not dare to speak out, only waiting for Yang Fu to punish him. However, Yang Fu never spoke. She looked back at his expression anxiously, and saw his jaw stretched, rarely serious.

Miaomiao's heart sighed, oh, he must be very angry.

She ran out of Changyuan without permission and broke into the hunting ground, disturbing his prey... She did a lot of wrong things, he must hate her very much. What can I do? She didn't intend to do this, she just wanted to come out and take a look...

With little hands tightening his gold sleeves, Miao Miao said nervously, "Master, I..."

Yang Fu couldn't hear his emotions: "Don't make a sound first."

Miaomiao was slammed into the bottom, her eyelashes trembled, and her head fell silent.

The speed of riding the horse is getting faster and faster, the rustling wind whizzes past my ears, and the cold wind on the top of the mountain hurts my cheeks. Only then did Miaomiao realize that something was wrong, and listened carefully to the howling of a wolf behind him, and more than one, one after another.

A cold sweat came out of her back, Miao Miao couldn't help but look back, only to see a pack of wolves approaching in the distance. There were about a dozen wolves, each with a healthy body shape. There are only five or six of them here. The frontal conflict is not an opponent at all. Miaomiao finally knows why Yang Fu is so serious. Because they are in a dangerous situation now, they will die if they relax a little!

She only knew that the mountains were dangerous, but she didn't expect it to be so sinister. Miaomiao's heart beat to her throat, and she squatted to speak: "Master, what do we do..."

Yang Fu's voice did not fluctuate: "Find a safe place first and wait for the prince to lead someone to help."

The voice of the Seven Kings beside him was drowned in the wind, intermittently: "I shot the leader of the wolf pack first!"

Yang Fu frowned, and was about to say something to stop him, but Yang Ting had already stretched his long bow, and the bamboo arrow shot from the string, sweeping the chill in the air, and shot precisely on the front wolf's leg. Before he could be happy, the wolf only paused for a moment, and his movements became more agile and fierce, rushing straight towards them.

Miaomiao shrank into Yang Fu's arms in fright, clutching his shirt tightly, trembling. Yang Fu hurriedly increased his whip, drove to the front hill, and said: "Seventh brother, step up and jump over the front hill, they will not follow."

Yang Ting had just been self-defeating, a little discouraged, and he was half a horse behind them when he heard the words, "Four brothers go one step first, I will protect you from behind."

Yang Fu heard the words, "What silly thing to say?"

Not far from the front is indeed a cliff, separated by an abyss several meters wide, without bottoming out. There is ice and snow on the other side of the cliff, but the calm and happy place is completely different from the dangerous situation here. There are even two squirrels standing under the tree, staring blankly at the situation on the other side.

Yang Ting insisted on falling behind them, raising an arrow to kill the approaching wolves. However, the more the companions fell, the more furious they became. Seeing the two sides getting closer and closer, Yang Ting clamped the horse's belly and dived forward, and the cliff was in front of him. He witnessed the four brothers leaping across the abyss while holding the reins in one hand and the little girl in his arms. The two servants guarded him. He followed closely behind him, jumped up and landed firmly on the edge of the cliff on the opposite bank.

The feeling of rising into the air was extremely ethereal, Miao Miao clung to the horse's neck, her eyes closed tightly, and her heart beating fiercely.

She slowly opened her eyes until she was hugged by Yang Fu and stood on the ground. In front of him was Yang Fujun's Lang Fengyi face. He stared at him with jet black eyes, calm and calm. He didn't say anything to blame, but made her feel guilty.

There were successive landing sounds from behind, and Miaomiao couldn't help but look back. It was the Seven Kings and the other two servants who came over safely. On the opposite side of the cliff stood dozens of wolves, howling up to the sky, wandering on the top of the mountain for a long time and refused to leave. She looked attentively, and Yang Fu suddenly turned her head back, and met him with scolding eyes: "Why didn't you stay in Changyuan, why did you run here?"

Miaomiao shrank her shoulders and lowered her head guiltily, "I feel bored in the yard, so I just want to come out and have a look... I don't know it will cause trouble to the prince. I'm sorry, I... I was wrong."

Yang Fu didn't say a word, he looked at Miaomiao more and more uneasy, frowned, "Do you know how dangerous this place is?"

If they hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid she would have fallen into the wolf's mouth. Yang Fu stared at the top of her head with a sulky breath in his heart, really not knowing how to punish her. Such a disobedient little maid should have been driven out of the house long ago, but why did he keep her?

Miaomiao stretched out her white tender hand to grasp the edge of his sleeve, raised her head and narrowed her mouth pitifully, "Master, I was wrong... Don't scold me..."

Her tender cheeks were pale by the cold wind, her nose was red with cold, her teeth were biting her pink lower lip, her clear eyes contained a pack of tears, her eyes were full of shame and regret, and she was really wronged to the extreme. The snow squirrel was not afraid of them, and quietly came to Miaomiao's feet, walked around them for a while to look at Miaomiao, and then for Yang Fu.

No amount of reproach could be said. Yang Fu raised his hand and kneaded his eyebrows. Yang Ting noticed the two people's situation in the back, and came to tease him: "Four brothers, what's the matter? Is this the maid in your house?"

Yang Fu put down his hand and looked at the little maid helplessly, "It's from my house. I don't usually manage it well, so the seventh brother makes a joke."

Wen Shengmiao buried his head even lower, and he couldn't help himself.

This remark evoked Yang Ting's interest. He walked around with a meaningful sound and looked at Miaomiao, "I didn't look so bold, but I was so courageous, I broke into that dense forest alone. Why, it's not intentional. Are you here for the fourth brother?"

Miao Miao really didn't have this thought. She came out because she was playful, and she shook her head sincerely: "No...It has nothing to do with the prince. I wanted to come out and have a look, and I came here unknowingly."

Yang Fusuan glanced at her and walked forward, "While it's not dark, find a place to settle down. It's getting late, and you won't be able to get out until tomorrow."

Seeing him go far, Miaomiao quickly followed, keeping a distance of three steps. Perhaps he had been reprimanded just now, his head drooping, like the angry little daughter-in-law, clearly wanted to approach, but did not dare to come forward, hesitated and showed it all.

Yang Ting touched his nodding thoughtfully, as if the relationship between the two was... extraordinary.